I grew up in a religious Christian household. We went to Sunday School and Service on Sundays, Vacation Bible School in the summer, took Communion on every First Sunday, and participated in every Christian activity my grandma could put us in. We were taught to love the Lord and to fear Him. We knew that… Continue reading Religion or Spirituality: Damned or Divine
My sister's passing was to date, one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. There was no indication that death was on our horizon, she was doing well and optimistic about her future. February 29, 2016 was the day she suddenly passed away and the day, I lost it, LITERALLY. I have never encountered… Continue reading Make Peace with The Pieces
Recently, I realized that I have never really shared ME on my blogs. I talk about Endometriosis, Life, etc, and while those things are apart of my life, they are not the totality of who I am. So here are, 42 random, funny, weird, but factual things about me: 1. My name is Tamika(that should tell… Continue reading Get To Know Me….
Have you ever experienced a life's event so powerful that it affects your mind, mood, and ability to function? Every person has down days when they don't feel quiet like themselves but eventually it passes and they carry on. However, for people with Mental Illness the days pass and the darkness or confusion lingers, it… Continue reading We Weren’t Given A Choice
I have been watching my new nail tech's Instagram page for quiet some time, a specific picture to be exact. I reached out to her in February and told her I would definitely be sitting in her chair in March. What had me so enthralled with her work was the way she shaped Coffin Nails.… Continue reading She’s So Polished
I wrote this piece in 2015, two years after my mom passed away. As I am coming up on 2 years of life without my sister, it is nothing short of a miracle that I came across something that I had forgotten all about. It is just as true today as it was then. "Love… Continue reading Love Liberates
Lets see, where should I begin, I guess the scene of crime is a good place to start. The crime, why do I call it a crime, you may wonder, because on one hand, I have been robbed, stolen from, hoodwinked, bamboozled, and lead astray. On the other hand, I could not imagine a more… Continue reading Useless Uterus: My Infertility Story